Eighteen Ghost Emperors of my ancestors, how dare you make me live in terror?

"He dared to say he had surrounded more than 80 senior students. I can only say that he underestimates the students of my Mountain Ghost Academy."

In front of the Mountain Ghost Academy, Dean Li Tianyi looked at the floating image with a smile.

"Are your students really that good?" came Wu Qing's reply from beside me. "Then why is the Mountain Ghost Academy ranked last among the top ten academies?"

"cough."

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Li Tianyi's face, but it quickly disappeared.

"Rankings are meaningless anyway, and you know perfectly well why Mountain Ghost Academy is ranked so low."

The top ten academies of the Great Xia Dynasty participate in a ranking competition every year, and their rankings for the following year are determined by their overall performance.

The overall score is divided into two parts.

Conquer bizarre dungeons and engage in real combat against fellow students.

But their own Mountain Spirit Academy is much more impressive.

They consistently rank in the top three in actual combat, but when it comes to clearing bizarre dungeons, they consistently rank last every year. Moreover, last place is not the limit for Mountain Ghost Academy, but the limit for their overall ranking.

The fundamental reason is the student body of Mountain Ghost Academy and the excellent school spirit cultivated over the years.

The students had absolutely no interest in challenging the Ghostly Realm dungeon, but as soon as the topic of offline battles came up, they all cheered excitedly.

The academy's 3000 students collectively clear no more than 200 bizarre dungeons a year, but the number of melee combats within the academy exceeds 8000 per year.

This intermittent nature results in the students of the Mountain Ghost Academy having extremely strong combat capabilities in offline real-world situations; they are able to fight, withstand attacks, and run away.

However, when it comes to challenging bizarre dungeons, they are all brainless, impatient, and lack skill.

The most recent joke that happened was in a rules-based dungeon where a student insisted on fighting a ghost with a giant iron hammer. The ghost was unharmed, but the student was so exhausted that he almost vomited blood and died.

Even after being rescued, he was still cursing and swearing at the people around him with a resentful expression.

"You just wait, next time I'll bring back an even bigger sledgehammer to beat you up!"

The head of the grade almost vomited blood on the spot from anger.

"That's a ghost, buddy! Physics majors are immune! You think you can kill it with a hammer? Maybe you should just forget about using your brain!"

"well........."

Thinking of this, Li Tianyi, the dean, sighed and looked at Lu Ye, who was about to confront dozens of senior students head-on in the floating image.

It's time to bring in a smart and powerful S-class student to change the atmosphere of the academy.

Hopefully, it won't go astray.

"He has a lot of good stuff on him. Did you give it to him?" Li Tianyi looked at the buffs stacked on Lu Ye's body, and the level three and four ghost weapons were weighed by the pound.

"No," Wu Qing replied, "that's actually what I'm curious about too."

Tired of lying on the bamboo chair, she got up. The five little monsters that had looked somewhat comical had now transformed into five burly giants several meters tall, and were fighting against Wu Qing.

Despite being several times smaller than each other, their punches and kicks always produced loud sonic booms.

"Besides the strange ghost artifacts he possesses, he also seems to have his own little treasury, and even more abundant resources than the average family scion could obtain, yet he had no background for the previous eighteen years."

"Oh?" Li Tianyi was surprised. "There's clearly something wrong with this. As the person in charge, aren't you going to investigate this further?"

If there's no background, where did these ghost artifacts come from, besides those obtained in the bizarre dungeon?

"Everyone has secrets, and even as the manager, I have no right to interfere. As long as it's not a bad thing, it's a good thing in my eyes."

Wu Qing punched a small monster in front of her, sending it flying. The powerful explosive force made Li Tianyi raise an eyebrow.

"No wonder everyone says that your seventh realm is completely different from everyone else's seventh realm."

Li Tian glanced back at the floating image, where Lu Ye was already fighting with the senior students. He could only watch helplessly.

"This is terrible..."

"Why is it such a mess?"

.........

A scene of a group fight.

The battle reached its climax as soon as it began. The small open space was packed with people, and various supernatural abilities intertwined, casting a sinister and boiling atmosphere over the entire battlefield.

The senior students blocking the perimeter had a clear objective: to lock down the encirclement and prevent the S-class from sneaking away.

The forty or fifty senior students who joined the fight had a clear objective: to catch Lu Ye, beat him up, and knock him to the ground.

And Lu Ye's purpose

Lu Ye's purpose is unknown.

He was simply armed with buffs and protective artifacts, wielding fists as big as mountains, charging in and out of the battlefield where enemies were everywhere, killing everyone in his path.

This was an unfair brawl from the start, so Lu Ye didn't hold back and took out the good things his Ghost Emperor ancestors had given him.

So this brawl went off track from the very beginning.

"Mom is so fast, I can't keep up."

"Wasn't it supposed to be three realms? Why does this guy's punch in the face hurt so much?"

"Smash his leg! Idiot! If you break his leg, he won't be able to jump around anymore!"

"The last person who ambushed like this was just grabbed and used as a weapon by him. If you're so capable, you do it."

"Hmph, I'll go then!"

An older student snorted coldly, his figure transforming into a wisp of black smoke, skimming the ground as he burrowed towards the most chaotic area of ​​the battlefield in the center, moving at an extremely fast speed.

In the midst of the chaos on the battlefield, no one noticed this thin black line.

"You want to use talismans, huh? Let me disarm you first!"

The black smoke instantly transformed back into human form. This senior student appeared right behind Lu Ye, holding a pale white leg bone engraved with strange patterns, and was about to smash it down on Lu Ye's knee.

puff.

Ok?

The older student looked down in confusion, staring at a strand of glistening red thread that had somehow wrapped around his legs.

No, why am I kneeling?

Looking up again, he saw that the guy he was about to ambush had turned around and was smiling at him, his right fist, as big as a small mountain, already raised.

"Um...I...I'm sorry?"

"Oil root!"

Lu Ye delivered a powerful punch from below, sending the guy who had ambushed him flying two miles away.

They turned around and continued their charge.

He wielded a giant gauntlet made of red thread, swinging it left and right, each punch landing squarely.

As his proficiency with the S-rank [Red Thread - Thousand Curses] increased, he developed even more ways to play it.

For example, during battle, red threads can be transformed into weapons that are both sharp and extremely resilient, and can be repaired at any time even if they break.

Lu punched another person away, and then realized that the area in front of him was empty; there was no one there.

Looking up, I realized that they had already broken through.

Dozens of senior students behind him were staring intently at him, clearly nervous, because there was a forest in front of Lu Ye, and apart from the people in the forest who were responsible for blocking the route, no one else could stop him.

"Oh no, it looks like it's about to run away."

"Can you stop them?"

"They've broken through, and no one can stop them."

"What should we do then?"

"If he runs away, keep chasing him. I just took two hits from him, I can't just let it go."

"If we don't subdue him here, we won't be able to control him once he enters the academy."

"That's right!"

The older students were still worried that Lu might also run away.

Meanwhile, Lu was already figuring out which direction to take next.

"what!"

A scream rang out.

An old student was suddenly grabbed by a strange hand that emerged from beneath his feet. When it was released, all his eerie energy was drained from him, leaving him limp as mud.

"Ugh, that feels good."

Feeling the strange energy replenished within his body, Lu Ye's condition instantly returned to full, and he let out a satisfied sigh.

He turned around and pointed his fist at the crowd.

"Come on, real man, let's fight another three hundred rounds."

A brief silence.

Then it erupted.

"Wow!"

"That's outrageous!"

"Beat him up!"

"Beat them to death!"